(Henry last year)Actually it was more the picture of someone about to stab someone else with a knife, than it was about the actual story.
He would just sit and stare at that picture. Sometimes he would bring it to me so that I could read it to him, but we rarely ever made it through the story. He was just so fascinated by the knife, that was all he really wanted to talk about it.
I was always kind of leery about that story.
It was, and still kind of is, hard to explain to him that God told Abraham to kill his son, but He didn't really want him to do it, He just wanted to see if Abraham would. I just never quite knew how a boy his age actually interpreted a story like that.
A couple of months ago I noticed that the book was starting to get pretty worn out. The binding was almost split from being opened to that one page so much, so I hid it behind all the other books on the book shelf. It was my attempt to extend it's life.
Then a couple of weeks ago, Aunt Mag had a present for the boys.
It was a new book of Bible stories.
I did a quick flip through it to see if it had Henry's story in it, but I didn't see it.
That night, I told the boys that they could each pick a story out of the book for me to read. It took Henry no more than 20 seconds to pick out the one he wanted.
He handed me the book back with it opened to this:
